~*~*~*~ Heya. My name is Li. I am an Alias addict. I love Alias. I do hope that JJ relieves my fears that Michael is actually married. I would just hate him if he really was. I refuse to believe it, however, for the purpose of the story I will. This is directly after The Telling. ~*~*~*~

Sydney sat silent. Michael looked at her. His eyes flashed with pain at the sight of her again. A silent tear fell down Sydney's face. "Will's okay?"

"Yes."

"Allison?"

"Dead."

"Francie?" she asked shakily.

"Dead."

"My father?"

"Okay."

Sydney noticed Vaughn's tone had changed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Syd. Jack. . . Jack has. . . he has cancer, Syd."

Sydney looked at the door and back at Vaughn. "You're lying."

Vaughn sighed aloud. "No I'm not, Syd."

Sydney looked at him evenly and used a tone to match. "My father has never been sick a day in his life."

"Yeah? Well now he's dying," Vaughn countered

Sydney held her look of surprise for a moment before turning to hurt and then her poker face. She responded letting her words drip with pure hate, "I expect I am to go to LA, right."

"Yes."

"When?"

"When your ready."

"I'm ready." Sydney got up and walked strongly out the door. Michael followed.

Sydney exited the plane and was welcomed by her father's image. "Dad!" she yelled as she ran to hug him.

Jack held her gently but firmly. As if she would break, he gently let her go and pulled away. "Are you okay? Any injuries? You're going to have to go through testing but after that you can stay with me."

Sydney noticed Will, Dixon, and Kendall behind her father but that did not stop her next question. "Agent Vaughn," she started carefully, "told me you were dying. Is it true?"

Jack quickly glared in Vaughn's direction quickly before smiling down at his daughter. "I'm lucky that everyone's not so pessimistic," he joked.

Sydney smiled slightly at her fathers attempt to lighten her mood about the newly discovered situation. She reached up and kissed Jack on the cheek. "I love you, Dad."

Jack nodded. "Who couldn't?" he asked jokingly.

Sydney smiled. "You're retired?"

Jack nodded.

As Sydney turned to Will, he said, "I'm dying to know how you figured that one out."

Sydney smiled. "My dad would never be that happy near Kendall."

"I am here, you know," Kendall commented.

Sydney laughed in Kendall's direction before turning to Will. Her eyes cast to the ground and then into his eyes. "I saw you in the bathtub. I thought about Danny. I was so scared. I thought. . ." she trailed off.

Will nodded knowingly. "It's okay. You're stuck with me for life girl."

Sydney pulled away slowly from Will only to be pulled into a crushing hug from Dixon. When they pulled away, Dixon spoke. "You lost weight. You feel okay?"

Sydney nodded. "My stomach just hurts."

Dixon reached down and pulled up Sydney's shirt to just below her breast. He noticed the scar immediately and ran his finger across it. "It hurts right now?"

Sydney shook her head from side to side. "Not right now. Just when it hits something."

Dixon nodded and let her shirt fall back down. "You should probably change," he commented.

"There are clothes at headquarters," Kendall stated.

Sydney knew the underlying meaning of his words. He meant the unisex uniform that only the Bristow women could pull off that waited for her in the cell she knew so well.

Sydney had finally been cleared. She sat in the conference room with Marshall, Dixon, Vaughn, Eric, Will, and Kendall.

Kendall began to speak. "Okay. Down to business. We had two surrenders not more than an hour ago. Derevko and Sark both turned themselves in. They showed up with a baby which is being tested. They claim they know who the parents are but want to speak to Agent Bristow."

Sydney looked into Kendall's eyes fiercely. "Me or my father?"

"You."

"Now?" Sydney questioned.

"If you're ready."

"I'm ready."

Vaughn began to object. "I don't think-"

Sydney cut him off. "Agent Vaughn! You lost your ability to think when it comes to me. Don't open your mouth again. No one in this room really gives a damn." The room tensed before she continued, "I'm going."

Kendall nodded. He flickered on the TV. "We can watch and hear the conversation from here."

Sydney nodded and walked quickly out of the room. As she left, Sydney noticed that Vaughn kept his eyes focused on the table.

She smiled as she heard Eric ask Vaughn, "What's so interesting about that table?"

The metal doors clanged noisily behind Sydney as she made her way to the window. She knew the camera was behind her and kept her back to it.

"I knew you would come," Derevko stated.

"Why did you want to see me?" Sydney asked emotionlessly.

"Okay. Sydney, I know you are being pressed with a lot of information but control yourself for this okay?" Derevko paused. "I know Kendall is listening and he needs to hear this. Why am I here? I am here to answer your questions and to help you. How did you disappear for two years? It was Sloane. Sark was working for me. He was the one to help me by taking you out of Sloane's custody. While you were in his custody, you gave birth. It was about eight months after you disappeared. It is Michael Vaughn's child I would guess. His name is Jacob. Jacob William Vaughn. I named him for you. If you want to change the name, that is fine. Anyway, Sloane kept him for insurance. Another insurance was you. If you ever got away, he could kill you. There is a device somewhere in your neck. Sark knows where it is and he can perform the operation. The device is designed to break slowly upon activation. The activation takes 12 hours. We gave ourselves up when we heard of the activation. It was at seven this morning. I know it is almost five now."

Sydney looked at her sideways and she responded, "KGB training. Inside the device is a fluid. Once in your blood stream, the fluid will stunt your body muscles. It will cause you brain damage every time you access a memory. How do you know my name? Memory. You access it billions of times a day and every time you do, massive brain damage will occur. Eventually, you will not be able to remember names, how to walk, how to eat, or how to breathe. You will die. The device must be extracted as soon as possible. Sark must remove it soon or you will die." Derevko had a sincere concern in her voice.

Sydney looked Derevko straight in the eye. "You and I both know you have never given me a single reason to ever trust you. You are evil, stubborn, and manipulating. I despise who you are and what you have done. Yet, I still love and trust you like we were normal."

"Face it Sydney. We will never be a normal family again."

"That's because of you!" Sydney yelled. She calmed down enough to say, "You are my mother. You made me. I'll be damned if Sloane is goning to take away the last shreds of sanity I have. Whether I like you or not, You and Dad are the only family I have. Sloane isn't going to take that away. He already took too much."

Derevko smiled comfortingly. "I love you Sydney."

Sydney nodded. "I know." She mouthed to Derevko, "I love you too."

Sark held the tiny knife just above her skin. With one swift movement, he sliced it. He took the plier like utensil and extracted a small bag-like box. He placed it on the tray next to him. He pushed gently on her neck with the small white cloth.

That was when the doctor took over and Sark was handcuffed once again. Sark turned to Sydney's limp, unconscious body. Aware of Will, Dixon, and Vaughn watching from the tinted window, he moved to Sydney and kissed her forehead lightly. "I love you Sydney."

~*~*~*~ OOOOO! Tell me what you think, ok? This is my second fic and I don't know what you think unless you tell. Thanks for reading!! BTW, this took like five pages on my com so be nice to me. J/k. ~*~*~*~